To Be Saved.

The machines works its best here To remove the rocks of hard strata Here I see the wonders of machinery Which replaced the labors of thousands The wonderful works to remove the barriers The nature constructed layers for future The sadness is sometimes the wrongs That makes things uneasy to mind Disregarding the old monuments of rocks cut The caves made my past ones here The marks of their identity carved here So much precious to me as a human Who likes to let it for a future guide Sorry, the running is fast and all is fast We are isolated lot that too powerless.